Abandoning the Emperor and Paying the World: Peerless Master

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Why a girl?

When he stabbed her neck with a sharp knife, she was looking for medicine to save him, would rather suffer a fatal blow than live him?The determination to kill her is very obvious, can't she understand?After he was knocked out by Uncle Feng that day, she had enough time to escape, but she didn't. That dejected look meant she was desperate for the future, waiting for him to kill her?But why do you beg him to show mercy?

When he pinched her neck, the breath of death was already on her face, but her expression was free of pain and despair, and the way she looked at him was different from ever before.

What is that look? [

She kept saying that she wanted to be with him, she didn't want to leave him, she didn't want to see him after death...

What a good apprentice he has!

What kind of thoughts did she have in her heart about him!

The more Duanhua thought about it, the more confused he became, and the more confused he became, the more he felt unbelievable.

There must be a mistake somewhere, what can she know when she is only 13 years old?I was only seven years old when I became a teacher, and a seven-year-old child...

No!She already knew how to deceive him at the age of seven!

That nostalgic look...

Those acts of intimacy...

she to him...

Duanhua was restless, suddenly his true energy flowed backwards and damaged his internal organs, he was so anxious that he couldn't restrain it, a fishy and sweet smell gushed out of his throat, even though his thin lips were tightly pressed, it overflowed from the cracks of his lips out.It was no use trying to swallow it back, so he hurriedly turned his head, opened his mouth and spat it out to the side.

"division……"

Under the weeping willows on the other side of the lake, the drunkard covered Zixi's mouth and whispered, "Your appearance will make it worse, young master."

Zixi's tears fell along with Duanhua's vomited blood, and she kept nodding to express that she would never let Master find out.

She finally understood the worries of Uncle Feng and the drunkard. The master hated her to death, and unless she died in the hands of the master to relieve the master, she could not appear in front of the master.

She made Master angry, it's unacceptably wrong.

The drunkard let go, and said: "Seeing too much will only make you sad, let's go."

"Master will be fine, right?" Zixi wiped her tears while staring at Duanhua in the water pavilion.

Long hair as soft as ink, cheeks as delicate as jade porcelain, eyes as cold as morning dew, she wants to engrave them all into her mind and hide them in her heart.

The white clothes are elegant and spotless. [

Clothes are fluttering, and the fairy posture is like poetry and tea.

The whole body seems to be shrouded in the aura of fairy clouds, like a dream and an illusion.

She dare not forget!

That is her master!

A master who can only look up to...